Good morning, you're listening to Jazz Like me, like me We're gonna chill with the Bettys on the beach Write with our toes in the sand Write our master plan Look to the air, look to the poison green air Oh baby, we'll go away from here Footnote--this isn't really me Gotta tell ya, bout this city in the sky We'll fly Look to the air, look to the poison green air This plane is running out the door Believe in the stories of the tree We'll grow our own gold We are frustrated and honey we sing |
Hey Reeces (Yeah?) We got to go I found some potent previews of some protein parallels Oh Reeces (Yeah?) They found some ruckage of some rumbles in some very ancient temples Giddy up chuck break neck brace or your self help for impact In fact... CRASH!!! Exit rows in front and back Help yourself to oxygen masks... We fell for your voice |
We fell, we followed her fabricated wares Revolution and Cries We flew, up to a heaven repaired Revolution and Cries And we, sister savior a sign Baby it's San Juan Da'Aprilis And me, Cole Porter the medicine man is me Duodecimalogue Problems in the sky, this isn't really me Look to the sky; it's poison |